You, whose life is coaxed from lies,
Shifting shadows in the dark
What do you see without your eyes?
A limbless beast, a wingless lark
You, with candle Hope ‘pon your palms
You see your sure, still stepping stones
You do not feel those icy qualms
Do not question half-heard moans
But listen, you, to these strange words
For light casts shadows of the dark
To fly, wings need not their birds
Without the beasts, limbs can mark
So shield not a tree from the rain, but let the tree shield you
And when you die, oh, die for the world too.
